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​Go Time | Flash fiction | Emmanuel Okoro

Posted on January 31, 2017 by Adeosun Adams

‘One man down. I repeat one man down. Requesting backup.’

From my sitting position, my back reclined on the kitchen counter acting as a makeshift cover, I stared at my partner, Sergeant Musa. His lifeless body laid spread-eagled on the floor, the blood seeping from his temple had began to morph into a bizarre halo around his head. Even in death Continue reading →

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Life Cycle | Flash fiction | Michael Larry

Posted on January 25, 2017 by Adeosun Adams

People get killed by drunks everyday across the globe. But you died young and people don’t like that. Your grandma who had died of stroke was bitter when she saw you. She was crying, she couldn’t look at you – with your head that had become a big mass of squashed bone and flesh. The dead don’t bleed.

You wanted to cry. Continue reading →

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Mirror Mirror | Fiction | Augustine Malizu 

Posted on January 23, 2017 by Adeosun Adams


Mirror on the wall

look at me while

I tell you tomorrow 

you want to know 

who will it be

then search no more

I will be your guide.’

The ominous song woke Chidi from her sleep. It was 12 AM on the dot and the night was chilly and silent. Despite the cold, perspiration still Continue reading →

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The Darkest Hour | Flash fiction | Ama Udofa

Posted on January 20, 2017 by Adeosun Adams

They said the darkest hour comes right before dawn.

How fitting they called this place the Isle of Death’s Shadow. Not even the moisture dripping from gnarled branches of this cursed forest could quench the fire in his throat.

He shivered as he passed the poles displaying the disembodied heads Continue reading →

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For Jeans | Flash Fiction | Victory Ibobo

Posted on January 14, 2017 by Adeosun Adams

They sauntered into the gloom of the desert cave. The blood splatters on the ground made him caress the dagger by his side. Whatever valuable this strange man had found, it certainly wasn’t worth Musa’s life. They found the box with the tarpaulin cover.

“It is there.” The man told Musa, his voice quavering Continue reading →

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Our Father | Flash fiction | Emmanuel Okoro

Posted on January 11, 2017 by Adeosun Adams

“Blue or red wire?” I said into my com, the camera fixated on the explosive on the floor before me, transmitting the live images to Police HQ. The digital screen attached to the bomb glowed, the timer reduced as seconds ticked away. 40 seconds left.
…39…38…

“Cut the red wire.”

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Dead End | Fiction| Aliogo Chika

Posted on January 9, 2017 by Adeosun Adams

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I stood outside Mike’s house, the cold harmattan air caressing my tear stained face. I was heartbroken. I had snuck out of the house, against my father’s “I don’t want to see your legs outside” to Mike’s house because I wanted to give him a little Christmas surprise.

I had gotten the surprise instead when I let myself into his house. I walked into Continue reading →

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